Bernard Chan Poet Crystalline

In a Hundred Things You Are Lost

In a hundred small things you are lost,
                            Dimmed memories each daybreak’s cost.

                                In the fret of noon you do not dwell,
                                   As hours with dreary trifles swell.

                            From the hues of twilight you are chased,
                               For thoughts are by no quiet graced.

                              Yet aging days do adjourn their siege,
                           Where past doth seamless present breach.

                         Though lights on night’s canvas gaily prance,
                                You appear when I starward glance.

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Susan Ashley December 28, 2017 at 10:39 PM Ohh Bernard this is so poignantly beautiful. Memories have a way of breaking down your defenses and poking through to let you have a look at them.. Alluringly poetic, your imagery amazes me, especially your first and last couplets.. they are absolute stunners. And such a beautiful form to showcase your lovely write my friend. Warmest wishes ~Susan Bernard Chan December 29, 2017 at 9:14 AM Dear Susan, thank you so very much! Your comment is lovely and generous, as usual. Have a fabulous New Year! :)